When Arthur Hugh Clough writes:
'Where Lies the Land to Which the Ship Does Go'
repeats its first quatrain again as the last
does he plant the idea with Robert Frost
for the last two repetitious lines
that so brillantly end
'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening'?
Past is prologue even in poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hats off for the genesis and investigative and innovative outlook. Thanks for sharing.